The Dance

The Dance

We lay in bed under the covers, facing each other, the gentle comfort of out naked bodies wrapped in a simple loving embrace. Our lips gently kiss over and over as our hands slowly explore, nails dragging over naked skin. Goosebumps and sighs a response to the sensually simple moment of connection between our two bodies and souls.

Your thigh gently resting between mine teasing my already aroused sex with light brushes, urging me closer. Shifting ever so slightly, I feel the cool softness of your skin press against the heat of my arousal. My hips slowly start to slide and brush against you as our kisses and caresses continue separate of my growing need.

I press ever so slightly harder, feeling my arousal starting to spread over your thigh, making my tortured need grow more intense. The touch of you against my thigh adds to the pleasure of the moment as you let out a soft sigh between our kisses. Your own body matching mine.

We press closer, breast on breast, lips sliding and pulling and sucking on each other. Our fingers still explore and caress quickly warming skin. Our moans, whimpers and sighs fill the room around us, creating the music to which our dance is timed.

The intensity of the music picks up, the power behind it driving us closer to the other. Our bodies pressed tightly together, still on our sides, under the covers, the most intimate of dances between to women whose love feeds the music.

Our dance intensifies to follow the music. Our movements; fluid, eager, needy, but not rushed. We feel the warmth of our desire surround us as the music grows closer to the crescendo. I gaze into your piercing blue eyes as we dance, feeling my heart race, feeling only you and I dancing as the rest of the world falls away.

As the music fades, the heat, desire and contentment of our dance lingers, surrounding us in a comfortable warmth. We gaze into each others eyes, feeling the energy of the dance ripple over our skin, understanding the glorious moment of serenity and shared connection we shared. The powerful love between us that became the dance.

Amen!!!

I've always known I was, I have memories of my previous lives and experiences.

In addition to all the above... old souls come with ethereal love... Are you ready for this kind of quest?

- Viv

everytime I remember that lesbian couple that have a marble statue of the two of them embracing and sleeping on a bed together over where their graves will be because the artists didn’t believe they would be able to be married before they died, so what they couldn’t have in life they could have in death, I fucking breakdown

Happy Wednesday sluts ✨affectionately ✨